“What do you want me to do?” asked Larry.
“Merely give us your opinion,” spoke the man. “We have an article we want you to look at and tell us if you think it is good, and will be generally acceptable.”
Larry was just going to remark that he was not a very good judge of counterfeit money, when he happened to think that would not be a wise remark to make. He saw that the man held the door wide open. There did not seem to be any other persons in the apartment. Larry resolved to risk going in. He thought if the men attempted to harm him he could call loudly enough to bring help.
“We want to get the idea of a real American boy on the quality of the work we have done,” the man went on. “Will you please come in?”
Then Larry resolved to enter. He nerved himself for an ordeal as he crossed the threshold.
“This way,” remarked the man, preceding him, and, going into an inner room, Larry saw before him a pile of bright shining objects.
He gave a sudden start. The man noticed it and said quickly:
“Now don’t say a word about it. We don’t want anyone to know we are doing this. What do you think of them?”
Larry was much surprised at what he saw. He talked for some time with the man, and, when he emerged from the apartment, the boy’s face bore a queer look.
“I must tell Mr. Newton about this,” he said. “He will be glad to know of it, and then it will be a chance to do those detectives a turn.”